Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
X-101,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.